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Blistering wind getting to my brain Round the corner comes a limousine Get back inside boy, 'case you get seen |
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Why must it always be me |
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Big chevvy pulls up and he makes me stop Three in the morning takes me to the station Five past Three, that was the next one |
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Trying to keep away hiding in the dark They found me again and pushed me to the ground Don't you understand we don't want you around |
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